I sit in the middle of 2 girls who bob their heads to my playlist and one boy picking the skin from his sunburned shoulders and I’m pecking keys.
Every few minutes my fourth born joins in with the head bobbing and somehow, with his leading, we take it to the next level. And by next level, I mean we are moving our entire bodies across the floor in time with the music and he is spinning on his bum.
It’s glorious, Y’all.
I’m moving in slow motion these days, my wrist wrapped in velcro, my fingers a little less than useless.
Six weeks ago, I’d have told you that I didn’t think I could move any slower.
Today, I imagine tomorrow moving even slower and I mentally prepare myself for the slow…
For the writing in my head, the moments captured with my the lens of my eye, the intentional resting.
I scratch out notes in a journal and I move days around and the stirring in my soul rises up, fierce-like.
I rub relief into my swollen fingers and this pen on paper, this slow intentional jotting out of words is the gift.
I let the laundry mound in the mud room and I wring the minutes of nap time clean dry and from my chair, I watch the kids circle the tree in the yard.
Black dust flies in circles around their feet and in my mind I turn over the last few days, my thoughts their own circle of dust.
I find no adequate words to share with you the events of the weekend because sometimes words can’t say what the heart knows or feels or dwells upon.
And so I’ll leave you with a few things gleaned from a weekend spent with dear friends and I’ll pray that God fills in the rest of my story with a stirring in your own soul-
Something quite fierce.
* Time spent laughing till your face hurts is always life giving, even when that time is spent at the end of a bar… in the best restaurant in town… known also as the restaurant with the worst service in America.
* The greatest gift you can give another person is yourself: your words, your listening ear, your touch from across the table. Everyone desires to be known, intimately.
* Impromptu sleepovers are always the best sort of sleepovers, even when they are shared between 2 ladies too old to sit up past 1am.
* Truth spoken in love and delivered with the warmth of touch is always easier to receive than truth spoken from a platform of knowledge, delivered from one who simply knows more than everyone else in the room.
* The best kind of help is the kind of help that sees what needs to be done and then swoops into serve without waiting to be called upon. The recipient is left feeling loved and filled up instead of left feeling like a burden.
* NOT serving 8 home cooked meals in the span of 1 weekend is the best way to actually savor time around a table.
* Letting someone into the deep places of your soul is always an act of bravery and is always worth it. Because no matter what the other person thinks about you, choosing to share is more about your willingness to trust Christ with His story in your life than about your pride.
* Homemade caramel apples are amazing. Especially when made by a friend and your six kids.
*An outbreak of fleas is never a good thing, even if the ones you love are scratching right alongside of you. (True story…Fogging the whole house in T-minus 4 hours. My word.)
* God knows no miles or bounds or state lines and neither do God’s people.
* A broken wrist can be a gift.
May you spend your weeks, your days, your every hour living slow and loving big.
And may God stir your soul towards something bigger than yourself.
Love y’all- I thank you for praying for my wrist and for my kiddos who are learning about all the things their awesome mama does in a day. May I wear this brace until Christmas! Now…pray this fogging kills the fleas.